Crazy Poem by Deep Karpe

The world seems strange,
Does it not?
To every man I meet
This question I ask

Coincidence seems
Not so strange,
As much as the surprise
On every face

Wicked thoughts
Lay waste to my mind,
But the morals and values
They keep me blind

Why the rush
And the empty eyes,
To run on paths
Made by structured minds?

Twisted and garish
The music seems,
Lifeless and barren
The buildings scream

Crazy they call me
Now and then,
Who knows?
Maybe that is, what I am